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[Since there seems to be tension, Wen Kexing offers what comfort he can in the form of his flute. Sit back, close your eyes and listen. The piece in question is meant to soothe the mind, the body and soul, allowing for healing and restful sleep. But it's also rather sad; he isn't the sort of man that can play bright, happy songs, especially since he noticed one of his friends is missing.
Ah well. Such is the nature of this world.
Eventually he will speak, his deep voice soft so as to not ruin the mood.]
People come and go. I don't even see the point of creating a memorial. Our time here is purposefully brief.
[Is he trying to convince himself? Could be.]
Get some rest. We don't know what tomorrow will bring.
Ah well. Such is the nature of this world.
Eventually he will speak, his deep voice soft so as to not ruin the mood.]
People come and go. I don't even see the point of creating a memorial. Our time here is purposefully brief.
[Is he trying to convince himself? Could be.]
Get some rest. We don't know what tomorrow will bring.
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Baiyi likes you.
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You mean the sword, not that old monster, right?
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Old monster? I do mean the sword.
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[Kexing chases Zishu's fingers, nipping at them.]
He and I fight all the time, but he does seem to like you.
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What do you fight about?
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If it was possible to chase you from me, I'd have done it already.
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[His cheeks pink.]
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[ This ridiculous man is his. Life has no meaning without him. ]
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I am loyal to you. I think I'm beginning to convince him of that. He just...doesn't understand. I would never hurt my zhiji.